Summary: When a spell goes wrong, Harry and Hermione find themselves mentally connected. The only problem is, they can't control what they do and do not hear. But it's not like either has anything to hide, right? Hogwarts starts at 15.
Chapter 12: An Honest Mistake
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Soothing warm water poured down onto his tired body. He had spent yesterday training on the fly casting while dodging a hoard of stinging hexes flung at him by Ron and Hermione. Needless to say, Harry didn't dodge as many as would have liked, his aching muscles a testament to that.
The hot shower water did wonders on them, yet it wasn't the soothing heat that made him groan out.
Below him, Daphne and Susan sat on their knees as they lathered his cock with their wet tongues. The two girls positioned their mouths on either side of his shaft as they kissed and licked from base to tip.
Daphne pulled upwards to wrap her plush lips around his sensitive tip while Susan dove downwards to give attention to his sack. He moaned out as Daphne began to bob her head on his length. The velvety feeling of the blonde's mouth paired with the sensation of Susan massaging one of his balls with her tongue was heavenly.
As the red head switched targets, Daphne pushed herself further down his cock. Swallowing inch after inch, the Slytherin girl barely even hesitated to take him all the way down her throat with a wet *GAK*. She shook her head from side to side making Harry hiss in pleasure as her tight throat fluttered around him.
As she pulled her mouth back, Susan's tongue replaced it. The wet muscle lashed at the underside of his cock as she followed Daphne's mouth, ending with a kiss upon the blonde's lips before Susan took her turn to swallow his thick member.
She kept her mouth much shallower upon his length than Daphne. Her tongue ravished the sensitive glans on his tip as she sucked harshly every time she pulled back. The intense sensation would become almost unbearable before the red head would dive back down, all the while Daphne kissed and licked the remainder of his shaft while her hand massaged his sack.
It wasn't long before his own breaths became ragged and the pressure in his cock built. Feeling the swell of his cock in her mouth, Susan pulled off with a wet 'pop!' and began to jerk him rapidly with her hand. Daphne scooted up right next to her, both of the curvy witch's holding their mouths open wide while they eagerly awaited his seed.
With a groan, Harry erupted. Thick white ropes of cum rained down upon the two beauties faces. Susan giggled as some flew down to splash upon her large breasts while Daphne was already licking her lips clean of the sticky substance.
As the last droplets fell from his tip, both girls turned to face one another. Their lips met in a passionate embrace as the sexy witches traded his cum between themselves.
Harry could already feel himself reharden at the lewd scene in front of him. Daphne eagerly groped Susan's large breasts causing the red head to moan into her mouth. The curvy Slytherin's eyes fluttered open for a moment and immediately zeroed in on his stiff cock. With a giggle she broke the kiss.
"Looks like someone is enjoying the show Susie." Daphne smirked.
Susan turned to look with a smirk of her own. "How can you blame him? We are pretty hot love."
She leaned in to place another chaste kiss on the blondes lips before standing and grabbing a bottle of shampoo.
"Unfortunately I'll have to let you take care of that. Hannah and I are going to be working on an extra credit assignment today."
Daphne stood as well, turning to lean against the wall with her plump ass pointed out towards Harry. She threw him a sultry look over her shoulder, wiggling her hips enticingly. Harry needed no further prompting as he stepped forward, rubbing the engorged head of his cock along her damp folds. Lining up with her entrance, he pressed forward, easily pushing into her hot depths.
"Fuck yes~ Mmm are you sure love? Our boyfriend's cock feels bloody fantastic!" Daphne exclaimed.
Susan hummed as she washed the remainder of cum and shampoo from her hair. "Sorry babes. I've already canceled on Hannah twice this month, can't do it again. Don't wear each other out too much though, I'll be more than willing to give you both a ride later tonight." She said with a sultry smirk, reaching forward to lightly spank one of Daphne's rippling cheeks as Harry thrusted into her. Standing on her tip toes she placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips before stepping out the shower.
"Have fun you two!" She called behind her.
Harry barely heard her as he grasped a handful of Daphne's damp blonde hair and slammed his hips harder into her shapely ass. The Slytherin witch cried in response, her pussy fluttering around him as her body was wracked by pleasure. Like so many times before, Harry was drunk off of her mere mental presence alone. The euphoric feeling causing his body to ache with a desperate need for her.
As Daphne grunted and gasped under him, his mind was suddenly assaulted with sudden flashes of Hermione's point of view. The bushy haired girl was currently in her dorm with the curtains spelled closed and her hand in her pants, wildly attacking her own folds. She was watching them he realized suddenly. The thought causing him to groan out as he nearly came then and there.
He held on a bit longer though, wanting to drive both girls to their own intensive climaxes. Deciding to put on a bit of a show, he gave Daphne's ass a few crisp smacks, enjoying the way the pale skin jiggled and red ended with every slap. The girl's own enjoyment was shown through the whorish moans she expelled with every smack, her pussy tightening around him each time. Her velvety grasp threatened to be his undoing and he knew it wouldn't be much longer until he was flooding her depths. Reaching down, his fingers found that oh-so sensitive nub of her clit and gave it a firm squeeze. The accompanying dual screams that flooded both his ears and mind was all he needed to finally release into the blonde's soaking pussy.
Daphne's hips bucked against his as he filled her womb. The girl's slick cunt walls fluttered around his cock as her own climax ripped through her. From what he saw through their connection, Hermione was in much the same boat. Her own hips were spasming as she plunged her fingers as deep as possible inside her whimpering quim. Slutty grunts flew from her lips as juices poured out, soaking her bedsheets.
With a satisfied sigh Harry released the final drops of his seed into Daphne's cunt. He pulled out with a wet squelch and watched as his cum began to instantly pour out from her pussy lips. The blonde hummed in contentment, still leaning against the wall as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Susie doesn't know what she's missing." Daphne breathed.
Susan knew very well what she was missing. It had been two weeks since their evening with Fleur and one since she performed the ritual with her three lovers. She had been a bit frustrated that night as she couldn't join in on the three's mental conversation/planning. So after discussing it with them, she finally decided to bite the bullet and join in on the fun.
And what fun it was!
She had no clue you could ever receive such pleasure merely by being in someone's presence before! It was intoxicating and was one of the big reasons why she had last minute canceled on Hannah twice so far.
Needless to say it was absolute torture peeking in on the two fucking plus Hermione's own solo session! She barely had enough time to slip into an empty broom cupboard to ride out the orgasm triggered by their shower fuck.
Completely overwhelmed with thoughts of kinky sex with her three lovers, she failed to notice the loud clunking sound of her defense professor turning the corner.
A harsh grunt echoed down the hall as she bumped quite forcefully into the man. She let out a high pitched squeak as her body was flung backwards and onto the ground from the contact. Pungent fumes invaded her senses, making her head dizzy and almost want to gag.
"10 points from Hufflepuff for not looking where you're bloody going, Bones!" Professor Moody growled.
She looked up, watching as he muttered curses under his breath while using his wand to clean a slimy green substance from his robe. A silver flask lay on the ground between them, the same putrid liquid spilling out from it. With a quickness that a man of his age and limited mobility shouldn't have, Moody snatched the flask up while shooting a glare her way. His magical eye buzzed around more than usual, flicking back and forth in rapid succession.
"Sorry Professor! It was an honest mistake, I swear!" She said hurriedly.
Moody just growled. "Constant vigilance Bones! Didn't your aunt ever teach you anything?!"
With that the retired auror hobbled off, still muttering quietly under his breath. Shaking off her shock at what just happened, Susan stood once more. She grimaced at the sight of some of the disgusting green liquid staining her shirt. With a sigh she flicked her wand at her chest, cleaning as much of it as she could, yet even when every last drop disappeared the strong smell remained.
"Ugh, just perfect." Susan gagged.
She had no clue what it was, but could only assume it was something similar to those health drinks she saw Hannah's mom make in one of those funny 'blan-dur' thingies. Muggles were weird.
She had always wondered how Moody ate anyway, seeing how he never touched a single bite of food in the great hall during mealtimes. Like many of the student populace, she thought that his flask was filled with a liquor of some sort but apparently not. Maybe it was how he consumed his meals perhaps? Still, would it kill him to use less vile ingredients?
Forcing the incident from her mind, Susan continued her journey down to the greenhouses. Entering the one her and Hannah chose at the beginning of their little project, she was greeted with the sight of her shorter blonde friend just beginning to set everything up.
"There you are! Was beginning to worry you'd cancel on me again. Potter get you all 'cock'-eyed on your way here?"
"Hannah!" Susan admonished, her face flushing red at her best friend's words.
Hannah rolled her eyes with a smirk. "Oh relax! I'm just teasing you babe. Quick question though, what on earth is that smell?"
Susan grimaced once more. "Don't wanna talk about it." She muttered.
At the hint of an embarrassing story, the blonde haired Hufflepuff's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh now you gotta tell me!"
Susan sighed. This was gonna be a long day.
It had indeed been a long day. Hannah had spent the first hour badgering her for details on the incident until Susan finally cracked. Her friend then proceeded to laugh uproariously at her misfortune, adding in plenty of jokes and bad puns at her expense.
Still their project was a success and after Hannah calmed down they had a genuinely good time together, albeit with the occasional snort from the blonde as her mind raced back to Susan's tale.
Dinner had unfortunately already passed by the time she made it back to the castle. After saying goodnight to Hannah by their common room, Susan made a pit stop at the kitchens before making her way up to the Room with arms laden with snacks for her and her lovers.
She entered the room quietly, noting the presence of Hermione and Daphne sitting quietly as they worked on an assignment together.
"Where's Harry?" She's questioned, flopping onto a seat next to Daphne. The blonde merely shrugged, Hermione piping up in her place.
"He and the other champions got called down to the quidditch pitch a little while ago."
Susan hummed as she bit into one of the small pastries she nicked from the kitchens. The moan of delight caught Daphne's attention as she reached over and snatched one for herself.
"Hey!" Susan pouted.
Daphne poked her tongue out at her before biting into it. As she chewed her nose scrunched up in irritation. "Why do you smell like bloody polyjuice Susie?"
Susan's brow furrowed in confusion before realizing what the blonde meant. "Oh! It's not polyjuice. I may have sort of bumped into Professor Moody earlier and his flask spilled some weird gunk all over my shirt. I cleaned it up but the smell just won't go away!"
Hermione perked up in interest. "What did the gunk look like?"
Susan shrugged. "Sort of greyish green? I don't really know, I was much more interested in getting the disgusting stuff off me."
Daphne snorted. "Love that sounds like polyjuice. Even the smell part. The Fluxweed needed for it is very pungent. Especially in that potion as it calls for the plant to be picked on a full moon, when the Fluxweed is the ripest. Downside is I'm afraid that smell will never fully come out. Trust me, you're better off burning that shirt."
The red head grimaced, tugging at her collar in disgust. However, her eyes suddenly narrowed and she leveled her two girlfriends with a suspicious look.
"But if it's polyjuice, then why in the world would Professor Moody be drinking it?"
As one all three girls stopped as the question hit them like a ton of bricks. Suddenly Hermione jumped up in a panic, digging in her school bag before pulling out the familiar worn parchment of the Marauders Map. Daphne and Susan were by her side in an instant, both equally as panicked.
"How is that possible?! Moody the spy? It just seems ludicrous!" Daphne cried.
Hermione cursed under her breath while scanning the map. "We don't know for sure yet but do you have any other explanation? There's no other potion that's green AND uses Fluxweed. So unless Susan is wrong, then we are being taught by an imposter. Merlin's sake, where the fuck is he?!"
From beside her, Daphne gasped. "Didn't Harry say it was Moody who called him down to the pitch?!"
Hermione cursed once more as she closed her eyes to concentrate. Her consciousness traveled along the link to Harry's mind, light bursting into her vision before refocusing to an image of a half-grown field of hedges. She watched as Harry turned to focus on Ludo Bagman while he spoke. The hunched form of Alastor Moody stood just behind the aged beater, the magical eye in his skull whizzing around yet it landed on Harry more than a few times.
Hermione retreated back into her own mind, her eyes opening in a wild panic.
"He's there!" She hissed.
Her hands tore through the map, searching for the Hogwarts grounds before finally locating the huddle of small dots standing right beside the quidditch pitch.
"Cedric Diggory, Fleur Delacour, Olympe Maxime" She read off, "Igor Karkaroff, Victor Krum, Harry Potter, Ludo Bagman, and… Bartemius Crouch? Why would Crouch impersonate Moody!?"
"He…wouldn't…" Daphne muttered.
"Well obviously he is! Remember what Harry said happened right before he disappeared? The man was borderline insane. He was even rambling to a tree!" Susan shouted.
"And you think a man who could barely string two sentences together would be able to get the drop on Alastor Moody?!" Daphne snapped. "No something's not right here…" The blonde leaned in, inspecting the names on the parchment closer. Suddenly she jumped back with a gasp.
"It can't be!"
"What?!" Hermione cried, turning from the blonde to the map and back again.
"It says Bartemius Crouch Jr.! That's Crouch's son who was locked up in Azkaban for torturing the Longbottoms to insanity!"
Susan's eyes widened. "But he's supposed to be dead! Aunty said he died shortly after being imprisoned…"
"Maybe the map is faulty? Hermione has this ever happened before?"
The bookworm shook her head. "No, the map never lies. Though that doesn't mean it's fool proof… We'll have to find out for ourselves." The girl said with a hardened expression.
They spent the rest of the night crafting a plan to catch imposter-Moody. Harry returned to the room shortly after they finalized the last few items. Needless to say the messy haired boy was immensely confused before they sat him down and explained all their findings.
He was a little miffed that they hadn't told him earlier through their connection, but conceded that he wasn't exactly the best at hiding his reactions. If they had told him, imposter-Moody would have immediately known something was different and would therefore have his guard up way more than it already was.
Harry had tried to argue that they should bring what they found to Dumbledore, yet again that was shot down as even that could tip off the imposter. If they were to pull this off, every one of them would need to act exactly as they had before with no deviations. One move out of the norm would foil the whole thing.
The next week was the most nerve wracking for Harry to date. They needed time to get everything prepared, and unfortunately that meant attending classes as normal. A dragon and vicious merpeople had nothing on trying to hide every single emotion from a potential murderous Death Eater that also taught you Defense.
Thankfully Occlumency helped a ton with that. It was practically a cheat code to hiding away emotions and Harry was already proficient at maintaining his shields for long periods at a time. The only downside was that hiding all emotions required him to practically cut off his connections to the girls. While he could allow a sliver through, it wasn't enough to stave off the intense migraines that came with closing the link.
He knew the girl's were in the same boat as well. Their only reprieve were quiet moments snuck away in the library or the Room. There they would simply spend hours holding each other, fully opening their connections as each reveled in the presence of their lovers' minds.
Finally the next Saturday dawned and it was time to spring their plan into action.
Harry wiped his sweaty palms against his pants as he let out a calming breath. Straightening up, he rapped his knuckles against the oaken door before him in quick succession. The clambering sound of a wooden leg and heavy staff hitting the ground echoed from behind the door until suddenly, it swung open hastily.
"Potter. What d'ya want?" Imposter-Moody barked.
Harry used a split-second to recheck his Occlumency shields before answering. "I need your help with something, professor. Please, it's important!" He pleaded with his best sounding desperate voice.
The scarred man studied him for a moment before grunting and opening the door wide. Harry quickly made his way into the defense classroom and forced himself not to panic as the man spelled the door locked behind him.
"If it's about the tournament boy then don't bother. I helped ya all I can, but it's all up to you on this next bit. There isn't any trick to the maze that I can offer except to tell you to use your wits!" Moody laughed.
Harry gave him a sharp nod. "Thank you professor I know. Unfortunately this isn't about the task. What would you think if I told you Voldemort was still alive?"
The Defense professor stiffened at that. His magical eye roved around in a panic before both quickly settled on him. "I would think that you'd better mind who you say that to lad." He snarled.
"It's true though Professor! I've fought him twice in the last three years. Barely survived either of the confrontations. But there's more. I think… I think he may be close to coming back to his full strength."
"And you know this how, hmm? You'll have to have some shred of proof before making wild claims like that boy!"
Harry could tell his words were agitating the man. On the outside it made sense, Moody fought his fair share of Death Eaters and surely wouldn't be ecstatic at the idea of another war coming. But as an imposter who worked for Voldemort? Well becoming a bit panicked that your target was suspicious tends to cause some concern. It was good though. He needed him to panic. If he was panicked then he would slip up. Give Harry an opening to work with.
"It's true though! I know what this is going to sound like but I have… dreams. In these dreams I am Voldemort and I can see through his eyes. He's weak right now. Barely surviving and forced to use a homunculus body to sustain himself!"
If Harry wasn't sure that Moody was an imposter before, then the way he froze at the mention of a homunculus would be all the proof he needed to believe. The man stood rigid, refusing to even breathe as he stared back at Harry.
"…What did you just say?" He whispered.
"It's crazy I know! But what's worse is that in one of these dreams he mentioned a spy here at Hogwarts! That's what I need your help with, we need to catch this spy and find out what Voldemort is planning. The good news is I already know who the spy is." Harry said, staring into the man's eyes.
Moody stiffened even more. Harry could see his hand twitch towards his pocket, perhaps to where his wand was stored.
"Karkaroff."
The man's eyes widened a bit before his hand relaxed slightly. The sharp glare on his face remained but now he wasn't moments away from attacking him.
"I spied on him myself. He's constantly slinking off when he thinks no one is looking. You said it yourself that he used to be a dark wizard. Would I be right in assuming he's a marked Death Eater?"
Moody gave him a slow nod, the man seemingly racing through a million nervous thoughts. "Proof boy! Remember you need proof! I can't just help you go subdue the headmaster of another magical school without it, regardless of what he used to be!"
"I know, which is why I have this." Harry said, holding up a piece of folded parchment. "I've caught him owling several small notes like this a week. This is one I managed to get after stunning his owl."
Under normal circumstances, Moody would never touch something handed to him without double checking it first. But then again, this wasn't Moody and thanks to Harry's spiel about Voldemort, he also wasn't thinking clearly.
The man snatched the small parchment from his hand in a flash, muttering angrily as he opened it. However, as soon as he unfolded the note, a ball of light shot forth from the page and impacted the man's chest. His body toppled backwards, hitting the ground hard as he lay there unconscious.
Harry quickly flicked his wand forward and bound the man with every binding spell he knew. He wouldn't make the same mistake as last year. Once the prone form of the haggard wizard was tied up with thick ropes, chains, and even a healthy bit of sticky resin, Harry quickly unlocked the door and let his three girlfriends in.
"You did it?" Hermione asked.
Harry answered by dropping his shields and letting their connection flow freely. Hermione gasped as the familiar feeling of his mind returned.
Daphne and Susan both maneuvered into the room as well. The blonde held a familiar orb within her grasp while Susan stared wide eyed at the severely tied up man on the ground.
"Is that many ropes really necessary?"
Harry nodded. "After what happened with Pettigrew, I'm not taking any chances."
Susan nodded in understanding, quite familiar now with the tale of their confrontation with Sirius and Wormtail in the Shrieking Shack.
"Well no time like the present." Daphne muttered. With a swish of her wand, the man's limp form was levitated onto a chair. For good measure, she hit him with a binding curse of her own, tying him stiffly to the wooden piece of furniture.
Hermione stepped forward brandishing a small vial of clear liquid. "How much do I give him?"
"We don't know how strong he is with Occlumency so let's do four drops. Doubt even Snape could fight that off." Hermione nodded as she uncorked the top from the Veritaserum and gently pried the unconscious man's mouth open. As she administered the drops, Harry turned to Daphne.
"Should we be concerned your dad will just give you very expensive and potentially lethal potions whenever you ask?"
Daphne smirked and patted his cheek. "Best not to concern yourself love."
"Alright he's ready. Susan, do you have the counter?" Hermione questioned.
Susan nodded, walking forward with another small piece of parchment. Before she could unfold it however, Harry stepped forward.
"Wait!" He quickly reached down and removed the magical eye from the man's skull. "We don't know what else this thing can do. Someone hide his wand as well."
Hermione shoved the thin stick into one of the many drawers on the teachers desk. She gave Susan a confirming nod when she finished. The red head breathed out, turning to place the charmed paper against the man's forehead.
In an instant the man was awake once more, gasping out a breath before his head slumped back with an unfocused gaze.
"Who are you?" Harry asked sternly. From beside him, Daphne activated the orb and began recording.
Imposter-Moody seemed to fight against the truth potion at first, his face contorting into a grimace before going slack once more. "Bartemius Crouch Jr." He intoned hollowly.
"Did you put my name in the Goblet of Fire?"
"Yes"
"Are you working to help resurrect Voldemort?" Harry bit out.
"Yes. The dark lord shall rise again."
Daphne spoke next. "And how is he going to do that?"
The man shook as he fought hard against the potion but the mixture was too strong. "A r-ritual. It re-requires a foe to overcome a gr-great obstacle. We planned to k-kidnap Potter at the end of the thi-third task and use his blood!"
"Hermione give him another drop, he's fighting hard!" Daphne cried.
Hermione did as ordered. Using her wand to hold the man's head still, she forcefully poured another drop into his clenched mouth. Instantly his fighting stopped as his entire body went slack once more against the binds.
Daphne sighed in relief.
"What else does this ritual require?" Harry asked.
"Bone from his father and flesh from a servant. Pettigrew will give the flesh and the bone shall come from the grave of the dark lord's father." Crouch said monotonously.
"Where is that?"
"Little Hangleton Graveyard, outside of Riddle Manor."
For the next hour they asked the man all sorts of questions. From Voldemort's current forces, his backup plans, and any other secret they could scrounge out. Twice more they had to readminister the Veritaserum, the man's Occlumency shields proving to be quite powerful.
It had been a small shock 30 minutes in when his entire body began to bubble and change into that of a haggard looking blonde man but they quickly shook it off and persisted. Finally after every question they could think of was answered, Harry once more stunned the man.
"We'll go bring this to Dumbledore and floo call Susan's aunt. Will you two be okay here?" Daphne asked.
Harry nodded, sitting back into the teacher's chair with a sigh. "Go, we'll wait here."
Daphne gave a reassuring smile before she and Susan both turned and left the room. He and Hermione stat in silence for a few minutes, both trying to absorb the last few hours.
"What are we going to do Harry?" Hermione asked after a while.
Harry sighed. "I have absolutely no idea."
Author's Note
Biiiiigggg plot point! Hope you all enjoyed this one!
Thanks for reading!